Some years ago, just about this time of night, my mother thought she had a belly ache from eating too much pasta. She groaned and rolled over, unable to sleep, or so the story goes. Turns out she was in the initial stages of labor with her first and only child. She eventually went to the hospital and after the sweat and toil of hours of back labor, she gave birth to me. Yellowish, but mostly just fine, I suckled, taking it all in.
SInce that moment, I could say that I've spent the rest of my life searching for the Primordial Teat, the ever giving flow of nourishment, love, and tenderness. Sometimes it has been a hard road. Sometimes not. Today, I am happy to be here. The sunset was outrageous, just like yesterday. The small fingernail shaped pink-white petals of the tree outside my door have made it look like snow has blown into the front hallway. It smells like spring. I feel new energy emerging. I welcome it, and all the creative juices that flow from the Source, that teat from which I drink, even on the verge of my 27th year. Thanks Mom. I love you.
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Living River Blog is a chronicle of my path along the banks of life and my submersion into the deep waters of personal inquiry. Through my contemplations and writing, I reflect on the sacred process of transformation that exists as the wellspring of all true healing.
